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About Me

Obviously, were I a successful professional writer, a world-renowned wit, or even a marginally recognisable literary figure with a regular slot on the Late Review talking about Richard Curtis films with Germaine Greer, then this would be where I introduce myself, wheel out a smug catalogue of my past achievements and post a glossy black and white headshot of me staring wistfully into the
middle distance. As it is, I am heartbreakingly unknown, unpublished and, crucially, unphotogenic, so I have, instead, commissioned my three-year-old half-brother Joel to do my portrait.

I think you will agree he has done a bang up job – there is enough mystery about the picture to shroud me in a comfortable ambiguity - even to protect my identity completely – and yet, somehow, he has managed to capture me perfectly: The neurosis, the anguish of a bitter, indecisive soul, the streaky turquoise shins... In many ways, it's like looking in the mirror.

The Author (not actual size)

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The views expressed on this site represent the opinions of the author only and are in no way rooted in fact or even hearsay. No offence is intended and any nastiness directed towards celebrities (or indeed Sue Barker) is purely in jest.